Now I'm no religious person, but Jesus can hold every wheel I probably never got to hold cause I bet I'm just gonna end up dying at 40 and I know I can't and won't drive for shit till then if he plays this banger-
This music sounds like something you’d play in the car from the 90’s while ur sleepy child in the backseat is asleep. You come out of the store, parking the cart in the cart area and carrying ur child to the car, while they are half asleep. You had a long day, after being at the grocery store for over 1 hour. You arrive to the house, finally. The 4 cousins and the aunt comes to ur car window. The 4 cousins hop in the car, 3 are in the back and 1 is in the passenger seat with you. You drive to the grocery store, again. You drive 3 miles, it’s 9:12PM. You need to get there before it’s 10:00PM. You arrive there, getting cookout materials, and needs. You ask the 4 cousins to help you, two are pre-teens and one is a kid, and one is a teen. The teen takes more responsibility, while the pre-teens half-way help and follow you around and joke. The kid follows you, being by ur side and helping the teen. You guys been in there for 20 minutes. You finally came out, parking another cart in the cart area. You wipe away sweat, letting out a big sigh. You drive 3 miles back to the house, arriving there and then carrying ur asleep child into the house. Meanwhile, the 3 cousins have a race into the house. The teen doesn’t want to race, and tells them to stop acting so hyper. The kid wins the race, while the pre-teens are crossing their arms. You walk in, chuckling seeing how childish the pre-teens were. You set the grocery bags down, handing snacks to the children. You sat down outside on the porch, talking with the adults while the 6 pre-teens are trying to be nosy. You start the cookout, fireworks pop in the sky. It is 10:21PM. It is also July 4th 2013. The years go by, and you finally hear this song again. Your child was playing it to surprise you for ur birthday. You laugh, and then get surprised by 9 children, they bring out a birthday cake, singing happy birthday to you for being a great aunt. You are 53 years old, Suddenly you remember this will be the last music you will ever hear. You have a heart disease, you start crying and all the children comfort you. The next day, you die of a seizure. You we’re sleeping. You are being buried in ur grave, hearing the music muffled even though you are not alive. Ur cold skin starts to be itched. You have memories, of the great life you lived. You arrive in heaven, and this is the first thing you hear in ur memory. You see the majestic flying angels, the beautiful fluffy white clouds full of flowers. You kneel down, feeling the softness. You feel ur skin, you are still cold. You are.. an angel. ( THE END. ) I’m a stupid little autism person with no ideas at the end of a story, I’m a poopyhead for not continuing this story because I have no more ideas. sorry if it was bad, I’m not really good hahahahaha, this was not based on anyone. this just reminds me of my childhood, as an african american.//
''A freezing cold night, its dark all sudden outside, you wander in your bedroom with fairy lights, hanging on the windows top, you always wonder, is it really humanity, or is it just a simulation, if it is... whos even controlling us? Or, is the mirror just a evil side of yourself, that mimics same actions and movements, silent that you cannot hear a single word from that evil side.. Or.. fake friends don't even count as any word to describe, meanwhile true friends are words you can describe in so many beautiful ways.. Is that correct?'' - tearcrii / eve, 18:59
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